Trace Adkins, country nightmare

UPDATE:  See photo cropped from email sent approximately one hour after I posted this.  Seriously, who's monitoring what I'm writing?!?!

 

 

Okay, I'll admit it, I've listened to my share of country music.  Some of it I actually like.  Of course, Garth is so mainstream that he's hardly country anymore, but there are a few others that I will not bother to name.

Last night, a commercial came on for Mr. Trace Adkins and his latest Greatest Hits CD.  I am sure that I would have completely blocked this out were it not for the title of one of his songs.  I kid you not, I could not have made this up on my own.

Honky Tonk Badonkadonk

I'm sorry, country music dude says what?!?!  Sure, urban culture has crossed lines previously with, I'm assuming, RunDMC making it all possible with their collaboration with Aerosmith, but this is pushing it a bit.  At least it is for me.  Have I listened to it?  No.  Am I going to?  No.  Not even the sheer silliness of it can get me to have a listen to this song.  The furthest I could allow myself to go is googling the lyrics.  I will not reprint them here in their entirety but know that there are choice selections such as:

"Now Honey, you can't blame her for what her mama gave her", "Shut my mouth, slap your grandma", and "That's it, right there boys, that's why we do what we do, it ain't for the money, it ain't for the glory, it ain't for the free whiskey, it's for the badonkadonk".

I've watched my share of CMT.  I don't usually sterotype people, but the types of ladies you see on CMT are not sporting a badonkadonk as it is readily defined by Urban Dictionary, the mecca for all time wasting.  I guess it's good to see the "urban" culture seeping into places it otherwise wouldn't have been. 

Can you imagine his hate mail though?  Something along the lines of, "Why you usin' them colored people words in your songs?"  HAHAHAHAHAHA!  I love life today.

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hap·py – [hap-ee]

characterized by or indicative of pleasure, contentment, or joy

Right.  So, I'm sure that people measure their "happy" in different ways and I'm sure that no one is perfectly happy, meaning that they have EVERY LITTLE THING THAT THEY COULD EVER WANT IN THEIR LIFE.  It just doesn't seem possible.  But, mostly, we get many of the things we want and most of the things we need and that qualifies us as happy.

I am happy.  I think I'm happy.  I thought I was happy.  I'm confused.

It's only a couple times a year that I am forced to take a good look at my happy.  I have a child and a significant other whom both love me dearly.  I have a steady source of income, a reliable method of transportation, a roof over my head.  I have family that supports me in any way that they can.  Why, then, do I question my happy?  Could it be that I'm just fooling myself?

All of this stems from a visit.  A visit from an old friend who probably knows me better than I know myself.  A plutonic friend, let me make that clear.  Somehow, this friend sees right through this facade as if it weren't even there.  I'm not unhappy, per se, but deep down, in the depths of my heart and soul, I guess I know that he's right.

I know that he also wants to see me happy, like the happy he's seen me before, but he also knows that I'm not in a position of life-changing movements.  I guess it's good to know that he's still there for me, as his parting statement was "Just let me know when you're ready to leave all of this."  Yeah, ouch.  Sigh.  I should get back to work.

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